Found this picture. And I stopped.

Not a high quality, not edited or with puncturing colors.  The picture’s not even what I’d say is good.  But it’s honest.  I was in the vineyard and the sun was what it was, and I shot these Syrah grapes I think they are, right where I stood.  I want that again, I now know, and in a very ordered way.

I stare at it some more, that cluster and every grape and sun beam shooting past it from right to left. Walking a vineyard has always been something I’ve done, and still do when I can get out of the house like the other day when I went to St Francis and just walked.  And take a couple pictures.  But the walking down dormant rows was the real aim.